Chapter 15 The Accused

• Morettis' front door blows open, the crash resounding down marble corridors like a battle cry.
• His mother swept in, high hat, high heels clicking madly with fury along the floor, whirlwind of designer fabric and fury. Eyes all on her, staff stiff and unmoving in whatever they had been working on, tension created on the spot.
• Isabella was carrying a basket of clean laundry halfway down the hall. Their gaze met hers—and in a moment, she had seen the woman.